All Rappers Must Die 3

[Intro: Smylez] All rappers must die 3 We bustin in all yall cribs We layin all yall down on the floor And we shootin all yall in yall fuckin heads Squad [Verse 1: Smylez] All rappers must die welcome to the third chapter She gon' swallow all the gas and won't even burp after Broke niggas equal usage when they can't afford data If Gucci at the end I must've read the book backwards Jojo where my hood bitch Yeah I be with Swagg 'n' them Niggas all gold they can't afford all platinum I went to school with half of em Impersonated half of em I'm a stop em out on Facebook and start taggin' em Niggas bitch I swear to God If she charge for head, then she probably should be gettin charged I know niggas who do credit scores, they on credit fraud Junkies outside, Block like 106 n Park Nigga don't you swim with sharks Bitch nigga I can see you, you are see through I just might turn YouTube into MeTube House of pain, we got thirty poppers up in each room Bitch I got A-E-I and O, I don't need U Cop a pound, Smoke an ounce Break it down, Bag and sell Rocks and the clucks out this world like Dragon Tales We like thotty bodies, gimme toppy We play smash and bale I can teach you how to have that heat bitch Class in Hell Don't wanna see me back up in that kick though Don't you start Bitch I will bus' up in your front like Rosa Parks Hop up on my boat, bitch I float We got Noah's arc Bitches losing clothes like it's BET Afterdark I make my self invisible before I be predictable Bullets we got several, Divide an individual Pussy good, wouldn't be surprised if it's nutritional But I'll subrtract a bitch if she ever get additional, (money) Sneak shootin I hate that Come up in your crib and spray that Catch you in the tub, Leave gunpowder all around your shower like Ajax It don't matter what month she give me June front in the Maybach I heard a opp buyin ten racks And these broke niggas couldn't pay that That's a damn shame 30 poppers and hand blades I like my hoes authentic I hit a ho that's handmade I can afford good Fiji but I ain't too good to drink out the faucet 10k just to work with Smylez and like all my payments direct deposit [Verse 2: Jank] All rappers must die Gotta die some day I go nuts on you soft niggas like a sundae Ridin through your strip, my whip fit for a runway Curiosity killed the cat, it's easy to die the dumb way I ain't talkin MMG when I say Gunplay Kill em on Friday Casket his ass Monday I will not sit here and listen to weak ass lyrics Promoters need to pay me for a fuckin appearance I come out with goonies I don't need no clearance Pistol whip a fuck nigga, smack him with the extension I'm the hottest nigga around, the kid is gifted Shittin on anybody that's within the distance The haters lookin at me like, "He rap, it ain't sweet," Hold your homie down and blow a hole through his knee cap I kidnap your bitch and you won't get no feedback Believe that Send her back to you where the sea at Sittin in my office off a mountain of weed Chopper on my floor while im countin my chesse XD on me we gon turn up the heat These rap dudes don't want to turn up with me And I don't do the internet I don't sneak diss I got your bitch chewing dicks like Winterfresh Beef, I ain't the one you should go with You come in the party and see the guys Waving Glocks like glow sticks It's a green light jack I'm back on my go shit Oh shit, the feds waitin, got they ass dope sick With us on top, you will not manage Drippin full of damage muthafucka Thats the ALS Ice Challenge Your funeral arrangements get your people together And for any other nigga make a sequel whenever, (twice) Niggas talkin crazy, you should speak to me better Smylez said, "get em" We gone kill em together Im done with these dudes, I done gave em enough 30 something bars, they ain't payin enough 5000 for a feature, is you payin or what? If not, get your fuck ass away from my truck I won't say much It's League Boii Gang and all my niggas stay up Fuckin with us'll get you sprayed up, J